Dragons are magic. There’s no other way to put it. I’ve been fascinated by the big scaly things for as long as I could remember. I can’t recall when I first found out about them, but it was at a really young age, because I’ve been enjoying stories about dragons since I was a tiny child. Whether your dragons are winged with four legs, or winged with only two, or even with no legs or wings at all… they’re incredible.
One of the first books I remember reading about dragons was called The Book of Dragons, by E. Nesbit. It’s a tiny, slim little volume. Collected inside are stories of dragons from myth and legend, with enough fire to spark any boy’s imagination. Then, in fourth grade, at a school book fair, I picked up Bruce Coville’s Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher. The book is about a young kid who, running from bullies one day, gets lost in a fog and finds a magic shop. There he buys a dragon’s egg, and hatches it, and gets to watch the young dragon(whom he names Tiamat) grow up. It’s completely magical and wonderful. In high school, I read the Dragonlance Chronicles by Margaret Weiss and Tracy Hickman. That led me to Dungeons and Dragons, and in my time around the gaming table I’ve killed a dragon or two.
The other day, inspired by my long love of the dragon, I sat down to do some inking. I sketched a few ideas first, and when I was satisfied, I broke out the steel nibs and black ink. I didn’t want to do this project in Micron pens. I wanted the old-fashioned method. A while later, I had a dragon skull sitting on paper in front of me. I’m not quite sure it’s done yet, but it was fun to do, and I can’t wait to try further projects with the steel nibs and ink.
Here are a few pictures: